AS I SIT HERE
Dena Tempest and Wilfrid Sanderson, 1933

As I sit here remembering you
The scented dusk like blessing falls
The flowers lie dreaming in the dew
And sun gleams red on old red walls
On eves like this, it used to be
Where life was full and love was new
But now there's nothing left for me
But to sit here, remembering you.

When memory thus before me stands
My thoughts of you are bittersweet
You held my life within your hands
You crushed my dreams beneath your feet
But though no more I know your face
Nor where you are, nor what you do
I love you still for this last grace
But to sit here remembering you, remembering you.
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